Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT - ‘Festival of Frights’ - Holodeck 1 - All welcome

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - ‘Festival of Frights’ - Holodeck 1 - All welcome

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - ‘Festival of Frights’ - Holodeck 1 - All welcome
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Description of the festival for any newcomers: https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf1/leviathan/posts/102382/
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“Aye, as have I,” murmured Cobb, surprised to find the usually practical Tellarite engaging in superstition. Still, one could not be too careful where starship mechanics were involved.

“So, are you planning to check out any of the attractions?” he asked Bog and Durheim, although in truth the pair were quite the attraction themselves.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

“That depends if the counselor clears me as fit for such amusements dear captain.”

Bog

Casela walked back over, imp on her shoulder. “To be sure Mr. Bog. In fact for you I prescribe you one round of every booth and attraction the festival has to offer. Let you work off some of that Tellerite frustration. Personally I can’t wait to see who wins the ‘Stronger than Dave’ contest.” Personally she was eager to try the ax throwing booth. Knives she could do, axes she’d never done. She was looking forward to trying it. Maybe when things were quiet though. She certainly didn’t need an audience showing up and the fun turn into more rumors.
“What do you think Captain? What attraction would you suggest? I’m sure you’ve seen it all already.” She lit another stick and fed it to the imp who was impatiently fidgeting to get her attention.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Peering around, Durheim saw many an attraction that interested him; and frankly wasn’t quite sure where to start. He settled for the nearest attraction; Bog’s little imps. Kneeling down, he began poking at one; agitating it until it at last leapt at him. Deftly catching it in one metal hand, he inspected it; marveling at the creativity of its’ existence. “Most fascinating, Mr. Bog! I think I have some ideas for this little creature; if you don’t mind my borrowing it.” His eyes gleamed behind the thick lenses as he considered the corn maze. But no, that might be a bit much… Maybe he could release it in that forest; ready to nip at unsuspecting heels?

Durheim, Gremlin

Cobb watched, open-mouthed, as his companions began to entertain themselves with the imps. Why, in their line of work they’d as likely throw these critters in a cage as play with them! But still, he figured there was no harm in allowing some free range fun within the confines of the holodeck. Now, were he to find one of the creatures tearing up his bridge or engineering deck, then they might find their captain not quite so convivial.

Deciding not to indulge in the petting zoo himself, still Cobb drew closer to the fire and to his companions.
“Actually, I am yet to try an attraction myself,” he responded. “There would have been no fun in riding these things alone. As for which one I’d suggest? If you follow that right-hand path all the way up to the treeline, then you’ll find a curious area quite similar in appearance to our own containment deck,” he chuckled, still quietly amazed with the efforts of the Clown on that particular attraction. Then with a shrug to Synthi-er, he added, “Well, you wanted a training session, eh lass? Perhaps you can all get your new pets to join in.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela released the holographic imp back into the flames with a laugh. “You have to admit, Zachariah, that Mr. Bog did an impressive job with his entrance. And as much as I might want to put a holo projector in my office to let this thing run around, for my own amusement, I think I scare the crew enough.” She linked her hand through his elbow and nodded off down the path. “Show me this training session,” her voice dropped conspiratorially, “It might be a new form of therapy I can implement.”

As they walked along she stopped at a booth and grinned–she was right ax throwing. She stopped and raised a brow, “Should I?” she asked Cobb nodding towards the booth.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“You going to win me a prize?” Cobb winked back at her, then nodded eagerly for her to try.

She grinned at him. “There are prizes? Hmmm....I’ve never won a prize for this.”

Settling his back against a nearly tree as he prepared to enjoy the spectacle of Casela playing with weapons, Zachariah turned to look at Durheim and Bog.
“If there is one thing I must congratulate the RTF on,” he told them, indicating towards the Counselor, “it’s that they seem to attract the most capable, and deadly, staff!”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

She stepped up to the booth and the man handed her a throwing ax. She flipped it side ways holding onto the handle and then flipped it blade to handle a few times, getting a feel for the weight. She heard Cobb and turned with a raised brow. She bit back a retort of I’m NOT RTF but they’d all just laugh at her. She turned back to the target at the booth. She stepped back slightly on her right foot. She turned the ax in her hand, blade back over her fist and brought her right hand back and then in one smooth motion her hand shot forward, extended and let the ax go to land an inch deep in the center of the target. The next two axes landed the same way despite having to alter her throw slightly due to the different weights. She walked over to the booth and whispered a command to the computer. She returned to Cobb with a stuffed Fire Imp in hand. “Your prize captain.”
Lt. Casela Synthi-er

“I…oh…erm” Zachariah took the stuffed toy, not entirely sure what to do with it. Then, tucking it into his pocket, although being sure to leave its head sticking out, he added, “That was an impressive shot, Cas. Not that I am in any way surprised.”

Unbid and apparently from nowhere as Casela handed her spoils of war to the captain Gen spoke. “They don’t normally look that cute.” She said. She stood as always in her black leggings, oversized grey sweater and grey socks. The sleeves of the top covered her hands, in one of which she held up holding what appeared to be a candy apple. To say she had just appeared was obviously scientifically impossible. Rather it was as if the floor had bent the shadows of the room slightly and she had risen up from them, floating for a split second as the poor surface remembered it was a solid and re-exerted this Knowledge, enabling her to stand. She smiled the crooked sort of half smile she used and bit into the treat she held.

Gen

Casela bit back a smile at Gen’s entrance. “Mr Bog, I think you and Gen might need to compare notes.” She gave Gen a brief hug and then shook her head. “Did you leave Fenrir on the otherside of the floor again?” Fenrir was probably running through the ship’s corridors at the moment to catch up with her. “And no they aren’t that cute. However there are some holographic ones by the bonfire that will follow you if you feed them flaming sticks.” Seeing the apple Casela looked around. “I see the drinks, where’s the food Cpt?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Gen relaxed into the hug slightly, ”We were on deck 16…” she said as if this answered the question about the canine.

“ Tho I personally like children and their honesty, they tend to not like me.” Came the grumbled reply from Bog.

Bog

Gen considered Bog. ”Why?” she asked.

“For the life of me, I can not imagine why, Mr Bog,” Cobb’s reply was laden with sarcasm. Then, turning to Gen, he seemed surprisingly, but thoroughly genuinely, glad to see her.

“Ah, Miss Gen,” he moved over and retrieved the stuffed fire imp from his pocket to wave at her. “I hadn’t seen you around for a few days. I’d been worried the abomin…” He stopped and reconsidered the completion of this verbal image. “I mean…well, I’m glad you came to join us. Are you having fun?”

Almost as if by instinct she preached for the toy. ”Fun?” she asked fixing Cobb with her luminous yellow eyes.

Then, hearing Synthi-er loudly inquire about food, and with his own stomach rumbling in agreement, the captain pointed to the other side of the large bonfire.
“This way. There is every type of food you could expect to find at a carnival such as this and possibly a few more surprises besides.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

She followed the adults.

Gen